Remember Clever, the school buddy who visited me at Easter and told me about her boyfriend being too lazy to put any effort into arousing her for sex?

Well, when we left here that Friday night two weeks ago, it was to their place that we were headed, down in southern Saskatchewan. It was after 10 and already dark when we arrived, and we met her fella, who was just having his supper.

They live in a big old two-storey house, and Clever has filled it with collectibles she’s found. It is also chockful of stuff that was there while her fella’s parents still lived. The Edison you see above is one of those things.

Clever eagerly showed me around her home; it was much like touring a museum, for she has so much stuff.

On Saturday she played an old record on the Edison for me. I was in heaven. It was Al Jolson, what can I say? Scratchy-sounding but oh so wonderful.

Later, she played Patsy Cline on her modern CD-player, and we sang and waltzed together while the boys were out for a drive, and we laughed till our bellies ached and smiled till our faces cracked.

“You are so much fun!” I said, lifting a chilled glass of beer and clamato juice to my lips.

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I've asked Beth to keep posting journal entries indefinitely. She needs a place to journal, and I like the little thrill of coming to this page and being surprised by an entry here -- why, it's a dream come true -- a treat -- so I hope she does.

Now, off to Grandma's house -- once I bath, eat, and dress -- to have her at the doctor's at 1:00, two towns over.

Heatwave has broken. Thank God. Now, rain. Rain, rain, rain. We Need Rain.

xoxoetc
Kate